All the planning, all the hard work, boiled down to this one sweet moment! At the stroke of 7 PM, I would open the doors to the newest, hottest, club of the century!

Guests already were lined up outside, holding their private invitations, already mingling and sending a party vibe into the air so that it buzzed with anticipation.
Tick, Tock, TIME !

I opened the doors and greeted each guest by penname. Smiles and deep bass rhythms abound. People danced, people ate, and people had a great time.
I prepared to open the VIP room upstairs. My bouncer allowed the esteemed guests upstairs. They are the ones I’d most like to thank for inspiring me.

I gave my speech and opened the bar. I forgot to tell them about the glass case. I forgot that the room upstairs guarded the 8 Ball power hub for the whole club. As the writers became inebriated, they got wilder and wilder.
I tried to stop them, climbing over bodies, running in slo mo to the case.

But they shook the AIM 8 ball. And the club went dark.
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